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Author's Note- Another plot-filled chapter. Again, sorry about the slightly long time between
updates. Don't forget to review and tell me what you thought of the most recent installment!
If you want to read one of my more serious works, I suggest Sailor Moon Enchanted, which
is my real masterpiece, and the story I care for most. After that cheap plug, on with the
story!
Switching Sides
by Starbrigid
Chapter Seven
Kunzite, False-Zoisite, and False-Mamoru strode out the doors of the junior high together,
making a surprisingly aesthetically pleasing picture, with Kunzite in the center, tall and
masculine, his long white hair and matching cape flaring out behind him. False-Mamoru didn't
seem quite as natural. He seemed somehow strange, so despite his impressive form, he
seemed like something great crammed into something lesser.
Especially because of how he was semi-macking on the increasingly uncomfortable white-
haired guy.
Where was False-Zoisite throughout all of this? He was at least a meter away from Kunzite
and his body, face an unflattering red, laughing nervously. "No, really," he babbled to no one
in particular. "I don't know those two. I just happen to be walking near them. But we're not
acquainted at all."
Suddenly, he took another glance at the said two. "Hey!" False-Zoi called. "Zoisite, get my
body off Kunzite!"
"Yes, please," Kunzite muttered.
False-Mamoru pouted but backed away from Kunzite slightly. "Fine," he said sulkily. It didn't
sound very natural in this new, deep voice though.
Kunzite sighed. "Let's not get mad, any of us. At least we got rid of those three insufferable
little girls."
"They were hard to drive away," False-Zoisite observed.
"Of course they were," False-Mamoru chirped, looking to repay old humiliations. "After all,
the Odango Atama lurrrrrrves me!"
False-Zoisite glared, then crossed past Kunzite and shoved False-Mamoru. The other man
didn't even stumble back, just grinned at him. "You think you can take me now, Kamen?
Little guy? Mamoru-CHAN?" False-Mamoru sing-songed.
False-Zoisite gritted his teeth but said nothing. False-Mamoru was right. The Zoisite that he
had fought had been a worthy opponent only because of his magical skills (which he had
none of now.) Physically, this body was USELESS.
"Can we stay on task here?" Kunzite's voice cut in to his wallowing.
"Sorry, Kunzite-sama," False-Mamoru said, hanging his head. All the confidence and bravado
he'd displayed before was gone.
Whoa, Mamoru realized with a start. Zoisite's WHIPPED. Who would have THOUGHT?
"So who's the nijizuishou carrier again, Kunzite-sama?" False-Mamoru asked, tilting his head
up at the other general worshipfully.
"Nishimura Reika," Kunzite replied. "College student." False-Mamoru nodded, taking it in
coolly, uninterested, but False-Zoisite stopped walking suddenly, mouth hanging open. False-
Mamoru and Kunzite stopped also and stared at him, annoyed.
"What is it, Kamen-baka?" False-Mamoru asked, annoyed.
False-Mamoru turned to look at them. "Nishimura Reika? I know her?"
"What?" False-Mamoru snickered. "Was she your girlfriend? Because if she was, she probably
isn't now, or at least she's incredibly pissed at you and me and Odango."
Kunzite cut in immediately, recognizing the need for compromise. They needed Kamen's
cooperation. "We'll go, get the nijizuishou. I'll keep it, and Kamen and I will present to Beryl-
sama."
He saw False-Zoisite about to protest, and hurriedly continued. "As a compromise, we won't
turn your friend Reika into a youma. We'll just extract the nijizuishou, which won't hurt her.
Do you agree to those terms, Kamen?" he asked.
False-Zoisite nodded. "Yeah. I guess those are fair."
Kunzite continued, "Then, we'll find some way to switch you two back, and we'll just
continue on with our lives and hopefully forget this incident."
False-Zoisite looked like he was about to agree, but then his eyes fixed on False-Mamoru,
and an eye occurred to him. "Wait!" he protested. "You know who I am now!"
False-Mamoru rolled his eyes. "Tuxedo Kamen-baka, think." He didn't even think about the
irony of referring to his own body as the masked superhero anymore. "So we know your
secret identity. So what. You've infiltrated the Dark Kingdom and met Kunzite-sama and
Beryl-sama, intentionally or unintentionally. We're on the same wavelength here."
Both Kunzite and False-Zoi did a double take and stared at him, slack-jawed. False-Mamoru
pouted and inspected his fingernails. "What, minna? Do I have something stuck in my teeth?"
"It's just remarkably coherent for you," False-Zoi remarked. He was used to fighting a
volatile, vain, attention-deficit airhead. This was different.
"Hey, I have layers!" False-Mamoru protested. He lowered his voice, and his now midnight
blue eyes flashed. "I AM a killer, just like Kunzite-sama. Just because I'm short or pretty
doesn't mean you should just disregard me. It may be your last mistake."
He grinned sweetly, ditzily, looked across at Kunzite and his own body standing there, his
own eyes wide and innocent, and then drew Tuxedo Kamen's finger across Tuxedo Kamen's
neck.
There was an awkward silence. Then False-Zoi cleared his throat. "Wow," he remarked.
"That was... menacing."
Kunzite said nothing. He was unsure of how to treat Zoisite now. He was afraid he didn't
understand the man he had thought he controlled so thoroughly. And anything he lost
control of?
He had to destroy.
"So, um, Reika-san. We're looking for her," False-Zoi noted. "She'd be at her college right
now. As I should be." He sighed. "I'll be in such deep shit when I get back in my own body."
"Lead the way," False-Mamo said quietly, eyes still glinting.
***
"So, I mean, why her?" False-Zoi asked contemplatively. The two archenemies were a few
meters ahead of the lagging Kunzite, walking next to each other in surprising companionship.
"Why the Odango Atama?"
"Well, you like her," False-Mamoru pointed out, a 'duh' evident in his voice.
"Nuh uh," False-Zoi said quickly. "No. Way."
"Come on," False-Mamoru urged him. "I could feel it from your body. Also, why else would
you have been so upset about me hitting on her?"
False-Zoisite sighed. "I've explained it like a thousand times. We hate each other. Odango
and I? We're archenemies. Kind of like you and I, actually."
"Oh," False-Mamoru giggled. "Maybe we should have gotten together and plotted against
you, Kamen-san." False-Zoi shot him his best death glare, but it didn't really work as well on
Zoi's slender, pale face. Instead, it looked like he was trying to seduce False-Mamoru. False-
Mamoru giggled again at the sudden rush of imagery, even though it left him vaguely
nauseated.
"Seriously, though," False-Mamoru continued. "Odango? She wants you. Bad."
"Really?" False-Zoisite asked, brow furrowing. "I don't believe you."
"Really," False-Mamoru grinned. "You should have seen her when I wore these leather pants.
You know, the black ones designed to be gone commando with?"
False-Zoi's mouth made a little O. "You wore THOSE pants?"
"Yeah," False-Mamoru said happily. "Your body looks really hot in them."
"Dude... whoa, Kami," False-Mamoru blurted in a quite uncharacteristic fashion. All his calm
intelligence and control was flopping away, and regressing to his slang-filled, insecure
preteen years. It was Not Pretty.
"You think I'm HOT?"
"Uh-huh," False-Mamoru confirmed. "You have a nice face. Not to mention," he said,
checking out his reflection in a nearby classroom window, "a really cute ass."
"Oh, GOD!" False-Zoi cried, and buried his head in his hands. He could not believe he was
having this discussion. With ZOISITE! (in his body, too!) "This is all like some horrible
nightmare," he said despondently. "It all started when I woke up in the Dark Kingdom. Then
it all went downhill from there."
"This is such a nightmare," he moaned. False-Mamoru, unsurprisingly, was completely
unsympathetic.
"No it isn't," he protested. "It's been a lot of fun, for me anyway!"
"I'm sure," False-Zoisite muttered. "Hitting on the girl I hate, ruining my life, and checking
out my 'cute ass'!"
"We aren't making any progress," Kunzite's voice cut in. Both False-Zoi and False-Mamoru
looked up at him anxiously. The thought on both their faces was clear. How much of their
conversation had he heard?
"All of it," Kunzite murmured. Both men reddened, and Kunzite grinned. He hadn't heard any,
but torturing them was fun. It was nice, having some fun once in a while.
"Here," he proposed. "You two just wait. I'll find a computer database, use my magic to find
out where Nishimura Reika's class is." Without further ado, he strode away from them, cape
billowing majestically.
"Do you love him?" False-Zoisite asked impulsively.
False-Mamoru spun around, shocked, surprised, hurt, heart beating faster, and STUNNED
that of ALL PEOPLE Tuxedo Fucking Kamen was the one finally asking him this.
"Hell yeah," he said quietly. "So much it burns."
False-Zoisite sighed. "You know, it seems like all of a sudden, nothing's simple like it was. It
used to be so concrete, so black and white. I'm the good guy, you're the bad guys. We
fight. If I win, I'm winning for love, and the protection puppies, and for the sake of justice,
and all that. But now..." he looked down. "It's not."
False-Mamoru looked up at him. "You know, Kamen, when we're not fighting, it's not too bad,
hanging around you."
"I guess that's what comes from switching sides," False-Zoi remarked bitterly.
"I have it," Kunzite announced, sweeping back in. "Room 212 in the art complex. We're
pretty close now. It will be class change time in a few minutes, but we're already in the art
building, so we'll probably be able to catch Reika before she leaves."
False-Mamoru and False-Zoisite followed him without a word, flanking each side like they had
when they first started out. The bell rang just as they walked up to Room 212. Instantly,
students began pouring out. Kunzite reached out magically for Reika's presence. She
remained. He waited until he felt that she was alone, then signaled for them to go in.
Satisfied, the three men strode in, ready to have Kunzite extract the nijizuishou and get on
with their lives. There was only one problem with that otherwise very nice plan.
The nijizuishou had already been taken.
Standing above her, fourth nijizuishou in hand, was someone whose identity none of the
three could mistake. False-Mamoru gaped, and he couldn't stop himself from letting out a
very unmanly shriek.
"NEPHRITE?"
TBC.
Don't forget to review!
Author's Note- Another plot-filled chapter. Again, sorry about the slightly long time between
updates. Don't forget to review and tell me what you thought of the most recent installment!
If you want to read one of my more serious works, I suggest Sailor Moon Enchanted, which
is my real masterpiece, and the story I care for most. After that cheap plug, on with the
story!
Switching Sides
by Starbrigid
Chapter Seven
Kunzite, False-Zoisite, and False-Mamoru strode out the doors of the junior high together,
making a surprisingly aesthetically pleasing picture, with Kunzite in the center, tall and
masculine, his long white hair and matching cape flaring out behind him. False-Mamoru didn't
seem quite as natural. He seemed somehow strange, so despite his impressive form, he
seemed like something great crammed into something lesser.
Especially because of how he was semi-macking on the increasingly uncomfortable white-
haired guy.
Where was False-Zoisite throughout all of this? He was at least a meter away from Kunzite
and his body, face an unflattering red, laughing nervously. "No, really," he babbled to no one
in particular. "I don't know those two. I just happen to be walking near them. But we're not
acquainted at all."
Suddenly, he took another glance at the said two. "Hey!" False-Zoi called. "Zoisite, get my
body off Kunzite!"
"Yes, please," Kunzite muttered.
False-Mamoru pouted but backed away from Kunzite slightly. "Fine," he said sulkily. It didn't
sound very natural in this new, deep voice though.
Kunzite sighed. "Let's not get mad, any of us. At least we got rid of those three insufferable
little girls."
"They were hard to drive away," False-Zoisite observed.
"Of course they were," False-Mamoru chirped, looking to repay old humiliations. "After all,
the Odango Atama lurrrrrrves me!"
False-Zoisite glared, then crossed past Kunzite and shoved False-Mamoru. The other man
didn't even stumble back, just grinned at him. "You think you can take me now, Kamen?
Little guy? Mamoru-CHAN?" False-Mamoru sing-songed.
False-Zoisite gritted his teeth but said nothing. False-Mamoru was right. The Zoisite that he
had fought had been a worthy opponent only because of his magical skills (which he had
none of now.) Physically, this body was USELESS.
"Can we stay on task here?" Kunzite's voice cut in to his wallowing.
"Sorry, Kunzite-sama," False-Mamoru said, hanging his head. All the confidence and bravado
he'd displayed before was gone.
Whoa, Mamoru realized with a start. Zoisite's WHIPPED. Who would have THOUGHT?
"So who's the nijizuishou carrier again, Kunzite-sama?" False-Mamoru asked, tilting his head
up at the other general worshipfully.
"Nishimura Reika," Kunzite replied. "College student." False-Mamoru nodded, taking it in
coolly, uninterested, but False-Zoisite stopped walking suddenly, mouth hanging open. False-
Mamoru and Kunzite stopped also and stared at him, annoyed.
"What is it, Kamen-baka?" False-Mamoru asked, annoyed.
False-Mamoru turned to look at them. "Nishimura Reika? I know her?"
"What?" False-Mamoru snickered. "Was she your girlfriend? Because if she was, she probably
isn't now, or at least she's incredibly pissed at you and me and Odango."
Kunzite cut in immediately, recognizing the need for compromise. They needed Kamen's
cooperation. "We'll go, get the nijizuishou. I'll keep it, and Kamen and I will present to Beryl-
sama."
He saw False-Zoisite about to protest, and hurriedly continued. "As a compromise, we won't
turn your friend Reika into a youma. We'll just extract the nijizuishou, which won't hurt her.
Do you agree to those terms, Kamen?" he asked.
False-Zoisite nodded. "Yeah. I guess those are fair."
Kunzite continued, "Then, we'll find some way to switch you two back, and we'll just
continue on with our lives and hopefully forget this incident."
False-Zoisite looked like he was about to agree, but then his eyes fixed on False-Mamoru,
and an eye occurred to him. "Wait!" he protested. "You know who I am now!"
False-Mamoru rolled his eyes. "Tuxedo Kamen-baka, think." He didn't even think about the
irony of referring to his own body as the masked superhero anymore. "So we know your
secret identity. So what. You've infiltrated the Dark Kingdom and met Kunzite-sama and
Beryl-sama, intentionally or unintentionally. We're on the same wavelength here."
Both Kunzite and False-Zoi did a double take and stared at him, slack-jawed. False-Mamoru
pouted and inspected his fingernails. "What, minna? Do I have something stuck in my teeth?"
"It's just remarkably coherent for you," False-Zoi remarked. He was used to fighting a
volatile, vain, attention-deficit airhead. This was different.
"Hey, I have layers!" False-Mamoru protested. He lowered his voice, and his now midnight
blue eyes flashed. "I AM a killer, just like Kunzite-sama. Just because I'm short or pretty
doesn't mean you should just disregard me. It may be your last mistake."
He grinned sweetly, ditzily, looked across at Kunzite and his own body standing there, his
own eyes wide and innocent, and then drew Tuxedo Kamen's finger across Tuxedo Kamen's
neck.
There was an awkward silence. Then False-Zoi cleared his throat. "Wow," he remarked.
"That was... menacing."
Kunzite said nothing. He was unsure of how to treat Zoisite now. He was afraid he didn't
understand the man he had thought he controlled so thoroughly. And anything he lost
control of?
He had to destroy.
"So, um, Reika-san. We're looking for her," False-Zoi noted. "She'd be at her college right
now. As I should be." He sighed. "I'll be in such deep shit when I get back in my own body."
"Lead the way," False-Mamo said quietly, eyes still glinting.
***
"So, I mean, why her?" False-Zoi asked contemplatively. The two archenemies were a few
meters ahead of the lagging Kunzite, walking next to each other in surprising companionship.
"Why the Odango Atama?"
"Well, you like her," False-Mamoru pointed out, a 'duh' evident in his voice.
"Nuh uh," False-Zoi said quickly. "No. Way."
"Come on," False-Mamoru urged him. "I could feel it from your body. Also, why else would
you have been so upset about me hitting on her?"
False-Zoisite sighed. "I've explained it like a thousand times. We hate each other. Odango
and I? We're archenemies. Kind of like you and I, actually."
"Oh," False-Mamoru giggled. "Maybe we should have gotten together and plotted against
you, Kamen-san." False-Zoi shot him his best death glare, but it didn't really work as well on
Zoi's slender, pale face. Instead, it looked like he was trying to seduce False-Mamoru. False-
Mamoru giggled again at the sudden rush of imagery, even though it left him vaguely
nauseated.
"Seriously, though," False-Mamoru continued. "Odango? She wants you. Bad."
"Really?" False-Zoisite asked, brow furrowing. "I don't believe you."
"Really," False-Mamoru grinned. "You should have seen her when I wore these leather pants.
You know, the black ones designed to be gone commando with?"
False-Zoi's mouth made a little O. "You wore THOSE pants?"
"Yeah," False-Mamoru said happily. "Your body looks really hot in them."
"Dude... whoa, Kami," False-Mamoru blurted in a quite uncharacteristic fashion. All his calm
intelligence and control was flopping away, and regressing to his slang-filled, insecure
preteen years. It was Not Pretty.
"You think I'm HOT?"
"Uh-huh," False-Mamoru confirmed. "You have a nice face. Not to mention," he said,
checking out his reflection in a nearby classroom window, "a really cute ass."
"Oh, GOD!" False-Zoi cried, and buried his head in his hands. He could not believe he was
having this discussion. With ZOISITE! (in his body, too!) "This is all like some horrible
nightmare," he said despondently. "It all started when I woke up in the Dark Kingdom. Then
it all went downhill from there."
"This is such a nightmare," he moaned. False-Mamoru, unsurprisingly, was completely
unsympathetic.
"No it isn't," he protested. "It's been a lot of fun, for me anyway!"
"I'm sure," False-Zoisite muttered. "Hitting on the girl I hate, ruining my life, and checking
out my 'cute ass'!"
"We aren't making any progress," Kunzite's voice cut in. Both False-Zoi and False-Mamoru
looked up at him anxiously. The thought on both their faces was clear. How much of their
conversation had he heard?
"All of it," Kunzite murmured. Both men reddened, and Kunzite grinned. He hadn't heard any,
but torturing them was fun. It was nice, having some fun once in a while.
"Here," he proposed. "You two just wait. I'll find a computer database, use my magic to find
out where Nishimura Reika's class is." Without further ado, he strode away from them, cape
billowing majestically.
"Do you love him?" False-Zoisite asked impulsively.
False-Mamoru spun around, shocked, surprised, hurt, heart beating faster, and STUNNED
that of ALL PEOPLE Tuxedo Fucking Kamen was the one finally asking him this.
"Hell yeah," he said quietly. "So much it burns."
False-Zoisite sighed. "You know, it seems like all of a sudden, nothing's simple like it was. It
used to be so concrete, so black and white. I'm the good guy, you're the bad guys. We
fight. If I win, I'm winning for love, and the protection puppies, and for the sake of justice,
and all that. But now..." he looked down. "It's not."
False-Mamoru looked up at him. "You know, Kamen, when we're not fighting, it's not too bad,
hanging around you."
"I guess that's what comes from switching sides," False-Zoi remarked bitterly.
"I have it," Kunzite announced, sweeping back in. "Room 212 in the art complex. We're
pretty close now. It will be class change time in a few minutes, but we're already in the art
building, so we'll probably be able to catch Reika before she leaves."
False-Mamoru and False-Zoisite followed him without a word, flanking each side like they had
when they first started out. The bell rang just as they walked up to Room 212. Instantly,
students began pouring out. Kunzite reached out magically for Reika's presence. She
remained. He waited until he felt that she was alone, then signaled for them to go in.
Satisfied, the three men strode in, ready to have Kunzite extract the nijizuishou and get on
with their lives. There was only one problem with that otherwise very nice plan.
The nijizuishou had already been taken.
Standing above her, fourth nijizuishou in hand, was someone whose identity none of the
three could mistake. False-Mamoru gaped, and he couldn't stop himself from letting out a
very unmanly shriek.
"NEPHRITE?"
TBC.
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